My Treasure

Schools of fish flew through the sky, circling around the village. Swimming back and forth, they set off the sky, making it seem as though they were in an even more fantastical seabed.

Red, white, and golden fish fluttered freely in the wind like little colorful flags.

The children chased the schools of fish in the sky, running joyfully and eagerly trying to catch them.

Some of the village fishermen stood there gaping, staring blankly at the scene.

The question was, what method should be used to fish for fish flying in the sky?

Fishing rods?

Obviously, that wouldn't work.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether this scene was heaven or hell.

Some old men immediately rushed home, grabbed their fishing rods and gear, called out to their old friends, and hurriedly dashed to the upper levels of the giant tree. Panting heavily, they chose a branch suitable for fishing and looked at the schools of fish in the distance beneath the forked branches.

They were all dumbfounded.

No matter how they cast, the hooks couldn't reach far enough. They couldn't chum the water either. Without the obstruction of water, they could clearly see the schools of fish, yet they simply couldn't reach them.

Moreover, after staring down from such a high place for so long, their legs grew weak from the height, and their hearts couldn't take it.

The Third Hokage watched this scene, happily puffing on his pipe, and wanted to try fishing for fun as well.

"Everyone, even if you manage to reel one in, be careful it doesn't drag you away. Falling from here wouldn't be fun at all."

After walking closer, he kindly reminded them.

"You're all old and frail. You can't take much excitement."

Looking at the distant schools of fish,